Jameson
Paul and I dream of the day when we can travel again.
A quick road trip to visit my brother in Arizona.
A weekend in Chicago to visit parents.
A day trip to some nearby mountains and returning home whenever we want.
But all that travel will mean that Jameson no longer exists, and that breaks my heart.
Yesterday we noticed Jameson was having trouble getting up on her own.
Her leg would move in a way she can put weight on it and stand up.
But once she is up, she is fine.
It happened again today. If she is sitting a certain way, she cannot move herself to stand up. We have to assist her in getting on her feet.
But then she walks and jumps and plays and explores and smells.
It's like every time something changes, we look at each other and wonder if it's time.
But then I look at my pup and look at her eyes as she licks the peanut butter jar I let her finish, and I don't think she wants to die. I think she still wants to be here. I know this isn't her ideal life. I know that. But when I look in her eyes, I don't think she wants to go yet.
Getting a dog is the worst decision ever. I have felt heartbroken for the last 4 years.
Getting a dog was the best decision Paul ever made. I love her so much.
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